The End of the World Chapter 4 Part1

The moment the blistering hot and vicious suns.h.i.+ne pa.s.sed through the layer of double-paned gla.s.s to s.h.i.+ne inside the house, it became soft and gentle. The sun gradually s.h.i.+fted away, until the gorgeous clouds tinged with the hues of the sunset formed a magnificent landscape on the distant horizon. It was only then did Jing Xia finally reported the entire situation.

Due to giving his unconditional trust, he was able to tell this person everything that he knew. 

There was no other reason, only because—--

He is Ji Chuancheng.

The grave and n.o.ble facial features were as calm and indifferent as always, as Ji Chuancheng fixed his gaze on the tabletop of the ancient-styled coffee table, not speaking. Having finished what he needed to say, Jing Xia nervously swallowed, not knowing what else to say. He lowered his head in embarra.s.sment to looked down at the blue-and-white porcelain cup in his hand, only to see a few lush green sprouts swirling in the limpid water. 

Facing this fascinating scene, the stifling sensation that seemed as though a stone was lodged in his heart finally disappeared. Perhaps it was because the secret had been shared with others, so it was no longer an undertaking for him alone, and he could even feel amused facing such a trivial matter. 

His lips slowly hooked up into a slight arc. Just as Jing Xia prepared to say something, the low and magnetic voice of the man disrupted his actions—--

"Ultimately, I want to know, why were you reborn?" 

In an instant, the lips that containing a faint smile stiffened. Jing Xia’s eyes widened, and his throat suddenly clogged up. That bone eroding pain and darkness, as well as the savage and smug laughter of Su Weishang, suddenly reverberated in his mind at this moment. This caused him to be unable to catch his breath. 

The thin layer of cold sweat covered his forehead, and as Ji Chuancheng observed the pale complexion of the youth, his pupils dangerously narrowed. The window railing blocked half of the sunlight, causing it to only illuminate the upper bodies of the two men. Under the dim illumination of the coffee table’s shadow, Ji Chuancheng gradually clenched his hands, yet he still had a calm and unperturbed expression.

After having calmed down his breathing, Jing Xia’s lips suddenly twitched without warning, reflecting his turbulent mood: "What do you want to know about this matter? It was during a conflict between humanity and variant forms, that I was accidentally caught by an ugly sucker flower due to the underhanded actions of the S-cla.s.s variant white lotus, and was reborn. Don't worry about this anymore, it is not important." 

Ji Chuancheng’s pupil was submerged in gloom, with a tone of doubt: "A… flower? " 

" En, of course that’s true." Immediately sitting up from the sofa, and ostentatiously raising a brow. Jing Xia returned a question:"What? Do you think that I'm lying to you? " 

Ji Chuancheng lifted his gaze, closely monitoring the rash and willful youth who had not moved in a long time, with pupils obscured by the darkness, . Just when Jing Xia felt that he could not bear the pressure any longer, and was on the verge of confessing, Ji Chuancheng suddenly s.h.i.+fted his line of sight, and a low voice sounded: "No, I don’t." 

"Okay okay, we’ve been talking in the study for so long, Grandpa w.a.n.g and Sister Qin must be anxious waiting downstairs.” Jing Xia lifted his right hand and smoothed down his hair, giving two hollow laughs. The dry and sunken laughter softly reverberated in the peaceful study, before completely fading away. Ji Chuancheng lowered his gaze, with no one knowing his thoughts as he ignored the idle and bored youth. 

Although he did not receive a response from the other party, there was no feeling of awkwardness in Jing Xia’s heart, but rather a sense of relief. 

Those matters regarding Su Weishang... he did not intend to tell Ji Chuancheng. 

Although on the surface this indifferent man did not seem concerned for him, with more than twenty years of interactions, Jing Xia knew that Ji Chuancheng regarded himself as a close friend. He could even imagine that after Ji Chuancheng was informed of this event, how he would humanely ruin Su Weishang without any change in expressions. 

However... he just did not want this man to know. Not only is it because Su Weishang is a person of their Jing family, so that even if something occurred it is still the matter of their Jing family. But more importantly... 

Ji Chuancheng still had many matters that he needed to ponder over.

Starting from the people who had died from this disease, to the subsequent evolution of all species, and finally the ultimate racial conflicts that he witnessed.

Ji Chuancheng’s ability after evolution was much more powerful than his own. Not only that, he also possesses the capability to be a leader, commanding the ability users during several beast tides to acquire rare victories for humanity. He has these important affairs to consider, so Jing Xia did not intend to let trivial matter of Su Weishang trouble the other party. 

Jing Xia lightly sighed in his heart, gradually clenching his teeth together. Su Weishang’s seemingly gentle and harmless smile once again came into view. It was precisely such an insincerely good-natured person, that was the hardest to guard against. Even if he had long since realised that the other party was not a good person, he still ultimately fell for the other’s scheme. And still did not understand at the end: just when did the other party's abilities improve to that extent? 

Currently, since everyone was afraid to go out, even he does not know Su Weishang’s location. 

However, Jing Xia did not feel anxious. As long as Su Weishang was not dead, he will inevitably appear in humanity’s remaining safe zones. At that time, he will inevitably return the unbearable pain to the other party. 

"How did my words cause you to gnash your teeth?"

The deep and unperturbed voice suddenly sounded next to Jing Xia’s ears, extinguis.h.i.+ng the flames of anger that had just ignited in his heart. He looked down puzzledly and saw the look of indifference that Ji Chuancheng directed towards himself, before glancing at the white wall across from him. 

Jing Xia looked bewilderedly followed the other party's line of sight, only to see a flamboyant calligraphy of the word ‘gra.s.s’ adorned gold that was hung on the wall, in level with his eyes. Instantly understand the other's meaning, Jing Xia coughed twice in embarra.s.sment, crudely changing the subject: "I never realised, you still know how to write." 

"You don’t know how?" 

"...... I do." 

"Ah, so do l." 

“……”